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Sunday, February 8, 2015

Welcome Author Katalina Leon

Book Info

Series: Bounty Hunters United #1

Book: Forsaken Realms

Publisher: Fated Desires Publishing

Book Blurb

“Retrieval specialist” is just a fancy term for high-level
corporate bounty hunting. Agent Gemmina Nayar is the best in her league. She’s
a sense-enhanced, level-seven bounty hunter from New Mumbai who receives an
exclusive invitation to track a dangerous criminal on private property. She
arrives on the tropical planetoid eager to hunt and release her inner tigress,
but is disappointed to discover the bounty has already been captured.

Syan is a Kironian, an off-limits alien race. He’s gorgeous,
rugged and all male. Even sedated and forced to wear an electronic silence
collar, he resembles a coppery skinned refugee from Mount Olympus. Worse
Gemmina’s unaware Kironian saliva is loaded with pheromones that can turn even
the most indifferent woman into a willing mate. A single kiss or bite is
sabotage.

When the mission turns lethal, she realizes she’s not only been
tricked into bringing the wrong man to justice, but the harsh jungle below is a
calculated trap.

Four guards wearing head-to-toe body armor and face shields,
and carrying ionized bang sticks with the tips glowing hot, marched toward her,
dragging a semi-conscious man between them. The captive was slumped forward
with head hanging and a tousle of dark, wavy hair concealing his face. His
splayed legs hung limp, and the toes of his heavy boots dug deep furrows into
the beach. The current sedation seemed to be effective.

A guard stepped forward. “Open the skimmer’s bay wider. This is
a big guy.”

Gemmina carefully lifted her feet and dared to take a shaky
step or two across the rolling glass-bead beach.

“Hold on. Let me have a look at him before I take custody.”

She removed a handheld scanner from a hip pocket, activated it,
and waved it over the inert captive.

“I’m looking for possible broken bones, signs of abuse,
bruising, internal injuries, slow- acting poisons, et cetera.... In short,
anything that I don’t want to be held legally responsible for. I’m making a
complete virtual record of his physical condition at the time he was taken into
my custody.”

She scanned the man’s powerful limbs. Syan wore a snug, black
pressure suit made of stretchy fabric that emphasized the curved sweep of thick
biceps and broad thighs. The man was built.

Best guess was he’d be at least a head and a half taller than
she was. He appeared to be pure muscle and was likely at least twice her
weight. Without a doubt, he was going to be a challenge to transport, and she
wished she had a bigger ship with a secure gravity-plus chamber to lock him
inside.

The guard who had removed his face shield appeared concerned.
“Is everything all right?”

“Aside from mild dehydration, so far everything’s fine, but
don’t rush me. Taking a virtual report is serious business. If a judge ever
discovered that I let it slide before I—”

The guard interrupted. “No one’s rushing you! Take your time.”
Then he made the spinning fingers motion, which was the universal sign for
hurry-up.

With a gentle touch, she explored the top of Syan’s head. His
hair was unlike that of any species she’d ever seen. It was dense, and the
glossy locks that hung to his chin were such a deep black they shimmered with a
purple iridescence reminiscent of a raven’s feather. Fascinated, she rubbed a
few strands between her fingertips. Kironian hair was gorgeous and felt like
silk.

Touching it was mesmerizing.

The guard frowned. “What are you looking at? Is something
wrong?”

“I’m examining him. I’ve never seen a Kironian before.” She
knelt to Syan’s level, brushed his long hair aside, and cautiously lifted his
chin. Her breath caught. He was stunning with heavy, black brows and rugged
features paired with flawless, coppery skin. He looked like a refugee from
Mount Olympus now collared and bound. He was too damn perfect in a provocative
way.

Syan opened his eyes, which were ringed with lush, black
lashes. Just that one movement appeared to tax him, and the first moments his
attention seemed to drift before coming into focus, but, when it did, his gaze
was laser-sharp. Without blinking he looked directly at her. He had large,
commanding black eyes with the slightest violet sheen. The intensity of a bird
of prey shone in their depths.

His gaze narrowed and for a moment she imagined he was
attempting to speak to her, in code or through looks. A weird sense of
telepathic connection lingered. Suddenly a rush of jumbled images raced through
her mind. The images were disturbing and violent, and churned unsettling
emotions. He opened his mouth as if he were silently screaming, wriggled one
arm free of the guards and lunged toward her throat with teeth bared.

“Whoa!” Gemmina leaped backward, toppled, and crawled away on
her elbows like a crab until she sank into the beach sand. “Holy crap! What was
that about? This man’s not sedated!”

The guards surrounded Syan and delivered a crackling volley of
stunning bursts from their blast sticks until their captive shuddered, fell,
and lay limp on the ground with a trickle of blood running

from his bitten lip.

“That’s enough!” she shouted…”

Author Info

Katalina Leon is an artist and author who can’t commit to a
single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are historical, Sci-fi, contemporary,
and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina brings a sense of adventure and a
touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She believes there's a daring heroine
inside every woman who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

Fredi is a passionate witch with a scorching hot secret. Every
time she has a sexual thought, green fire blasts from her fingertips. Gus is a
gorgeous lycan who scares women away with his wild wolf-shifts. Not the best
way to find relationships.

Both have vowed not to date until they get themselves under
control, but a witchy friend thinks differently. The pair get tricked into
sharing a frosty pitcher of “Hoodoo Blue” and fall prey to a wayward love
potion that has them blurting out every lustful thought. Worse, it won’t allow
them to walk away from each other. They’re stuck together until dawn under the
devilish effects of a time-released hoodoo that makes them do outrageous
things. For everyone’s safety, Fredi is forced to take Gus home and tie him to her
headboard and only some very witchy lovemaking can calm the storm.

Fredi and Gus might find themselves on the set-up date from
hell, but even a hilarious cascade of disasters can’t keep a plus-sized blonde
witch with attitude, and a hunky lumberjack of a lycan from seeing the other
would be the perfect mate.

(Fredi and Gus just met in the Voodoo Hoodoo cocktail lounge.
Sparks fly. Now they need to get away from each other ASAP)

…Sid stood in front of the booth blocking her retreat.
“Leaving? Not so fast. Here’s your pitcher of Hoodoo Blue, mixed special for
you. I know that rhymes.” He winked as he set a frosty pitcher filled with what
looked like a turquoise slushy on the table and placed two heavy glasses paired
with pink straws beside it. “Enjoy.”

“Thank—“ Fredi stopped herself and raised a palm in apology. “I
won’t say it.” Sid smirked and walked away. Damn Fae. With his sly green eyes,
he always looked like he was up to no good.

She stared at the frosty blue beverage with suspicion. There
was a lot of drink there—more than enough to get several adults schnockered. No
doubt sneaky Sid mixed it strong, too. “There’s no way we can finish all of
that. I really shouldn’t stay.”

Gus reached out and stroked her hand with a whisper light touch
that brought her to a halt. “One drink. We’ll talk a little and I promise I’ll
let you go. I have no business hanging around either. I need to get home, or
take a run in the hills....”

“Why run to the hills?”

He heaved a tense breath. “To get a little wiggle room between
me, civilization, and full- blown Lycanthropy high jinx. You’re a witch. I’m
sure you’re familiar with what I’m talking about.”

She shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you mean. I didn’t
grow up around many Lycan. I was raised in San Buena. Wolf boys usually aren’t
part of the surf and shore scene. They head for the forests.”

“Wolf men,” he corrected her. “And you’re right Lycans prefer
the woods to sandy beaches, but you must have heard something?” He settled his
big frame uncomfortably on the vinyl seat.

“No.” She shook her head. “Nothing. I really don’t know much
about the Lycan community.”

Gus's expressive brows drooped. “You must have heard that
during a full moon Lycans have a bad reputation for getting a little too
aggressive, hairy, and—“

“Horny? Okay, I have heard that. I thought you might offer
something a little more obscure, like you had to wear red shoes and skip
through the hills searching for four-leaf clovers or something stupid like
that.”

“Nope.” He looked terribly uneasy. “Nothing fancy. I have to
stay away from the ladies. I don’t want to offend or bother anyone who’s not
into Lycans, and it can be a challenge to control myself, especially around a
woman like you.” His thick brows creased so strongly they almost met. “Strike
that. I should not have said it.”

Author Info

Katalina Leon is an artist and author who can’t commit to a
single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are historical, Sci-fi, contemporary,
and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina brings a sense of adventure and a
touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She believes there's a daring heroine
inside every woman who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

A mixed-blood Native American wolf-shifter, abandoned by a teenage mother and ignored by an absentee father, Rio Waya has never fit in or felt worthy of love. But when he comes home to the Black Hills, he realizes he wants a mate of his own.

Recovering from a cheating ex who started a new family behind her back, Sela López seeks escape to pull her life back together. As a documentary filmmaker and wildlife photographer, she rents a cabin in the Black Hills with plans to film the beleaguered wolf population. But she’s so busy looking through a camera lens she doesn’t see trouble coming.

Sparks fly as mutual fears and vulnerabilities surface when Sela and Rio meet. She can’t figure out why the mysterious Mr. Waya is so anxious about having a documentary made of the Black Hills Wolves. But when his secret is exposed, all hell breaks loose. Can Rio win Sela’s trust and soothe her fears about allowing a hunky wolf-shifter into her heart?

Following her nose through the front door, she was thrust into
a honky-tonk time warp. Bars like this one didn’t exist in Los Angeles. The Den
was cozy enough but appeared to have been decorated by a taxidermist in the
late seventies and zealously preserved since. The shaggy heads of several
unfortunate buffalo dominated the far wall. At the front door, two stuffed
raccoons offered a mock greeting with outstretched paws. The chairs, booths,
and even a few of the tables were covered in forest green vinyl. No doubt a
sticky misery to come in contact with on a hot day.

Movement caught her eye. A burly man with an inscrutable
expression rose from behind a counter as if he was part of a magic act. He was
tall with a barrel chest. A nappy brown sweater coupled with hunched posture
lent him a distinctly bearlike appearance.

The dour gentleman focused on Sela with a frown. “Where did you
come from?”

Steppenwolf’s “Born To Be Wild” was cranked to eleven. She had
to shout to be heard, “Can I order some food to go?”

The saggy-faced Papa bear behind the counter appeared
perturbed. “Fair warning, miss. The kitchen’s closed. Pretty sure we don’t have
what you want.”

The explosive clack of a pool cue making hard contact with a
ball nearly drowned her out. “Except for you, everything’s closed in this
town!”

A few customers cast her a brief glance then looked away. The
lucky bastards sat in front of pitchers of cold beer, towering hamburgers,
paired with heaps of french fries or onion rings. Her stomach growled
embarrassingly loud, but she doubted anyone could hear above the blaring music.
“Something smells heavenly. Could I at least order onion rings to go?”

Bear man shook his head. “Sorry. No can do. Fryer’s turned
off.”

“Really?” Digging through her purse, she wondered if this place
would accept a credit card. “I’m willing to pay a little extra for the
trouble.”

With a sullen pout, he rubbed a limp rag across the countertop.
“After hours The Den ain’t open to the general public. Guess what? It’s after
hours.”

“Oh, come on!” She sounded desperate.

A man in a red plaid shirt, who appeared to be in his
mid-thirties, sat at the counter. He shot her a smoldering look filled with
mixed emotions. Perhaps he was angry or lost in thought. She couldn’t tell. The
flash of fire in his eyes beneath brooding black brows was impossible to
decipher. When he opened his mouth, the tough gravel voice of a drill sergeant rumbled
out. “Gee, don’t be a hard ass. Get the lady some onion rings.”

The lumbering hairy thing behind the counter, presumably named
Gee, thrust out his bottom lip and lifted his hands into the air in mock
surrender. “Why not? It’s not like my house rules ever get any respect anyway.”

From the corner of her eye, Sela glimpsed a huge silver-furred
canine dart from under a table, push a swinging door open with its muzzle, and
disappear.

“Did I just see a wolf?” Sela gasped.

Except Two

“Medium rare.” Gee set a steaming hamburger buried beneath
heaps of fries and onion rings in front of Sela.

Everything on the plate looked delicious. “Thank you. I thought
I ordered this to go?”

The crease between his brows deepened. “Gee, no one asked your
opinion.”

She gingerly picked up a fistful of scorching hot fries and
ferried them over to Rio’s plate.

He appeared puzzled. “Why?”

“Peace offering.” She wondered what he looked like when he
smiled. “I’m sure yours are cold by now.”

Rio picked up one of the token offerings, lifting the hot
french fry to his lips. He didn’t even care he was about to get burned big
time. In fact, he wanted the pain. Better to take the punishment now than
suffer a shitload of hurt after he did something stupid like make a play for Sela
López, which absolutely, positively could not happen. To his eyes, she was
knockout gorgeous with killer curves. She had plenty of sass, too. She hadn’t
backed down a bit from his most withering I- just-put-you-in-your-place look.

Something else caught him off-guard—her scent. One whiff of her
subtle female aroma had brought his blood to a boil.

Holy crap, what had he gotten himself into? By the tone of her
e-mail inquiries about the cabin, he’d come to the false conclusion Miss López
was a dried-up academic collecting data about the Los Lobos wolf population.
Instead, a Latina temptress with an ass that made him want to bite his fist and
whimper had shown up.

Author Info

Katalina Leon is an artist and author who can’t commit to a
single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are historical, Sci-fi, contemporary,
and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina brings a sense of adventure and a
touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She believes there's a daring heroine
inside every woman who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

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